Not Quite Justice
Has justice seized the throat of Cuomo now?
It was in fact some fellow Democrat,
Not perfect cosmic balance from the Tao.
Has justice seized the throat of Cuomo now?
I wish it had – and briefly I’ll allow
That I enjoyed the writhing of that rat.
Has justice seized the throat of Cuomo now?
It was in fact some fellow Democrat.
–Tom Riley
Love Justice
Mercy’s in style, but I love justice better.
Rain down your indignation on us all,
O Lord! We’re every one of us your debtor.
Mercy’s in style – but I love justice better.
The proper spirit does enforce the letter.
Lightning is beautiful, though it appall.
Mercy’s in style, but I love justice better.
Rain down your indignation on us all!
–Tom Riley
Bagel Control
Meghan McCain, your father is in Hell—
Amongst the traitors, deep in Circle Nine.
He campaigned as conservative, the swine,
Then stabbed his voters in the back. The smell
Of brimstone fills his nostrils now. The well
Of justice has absorbed him. God’s design
Is thus fulfilled. When order is divine,
Defiance builds its own eternal cell.
What’s more, the creep fomented countless wars
To uphold foreign cronies. Acting tough,
He serviced special interests with such whores
As Teddy Kennedy. Now, in the buff,
He feels the flames no sinner long ignores.
Quit with the bagels, bitch. You’ve had enough.
–Tom Riley
(Meghan McCain can’t even buy a bagel without six of her dad’s fans sniffing her behind.)
Ain’t No Justice
Hey, guys: let’s not get carried away
With this concept of “justice”! The gray
Is just too vast to fight.
There is no black and white.
We must always think vaguely today.
—Tom Riley
Getting Away with Murder
Dave Armstrong’s changed his super-learned mind.
Μάχαιρα isn’t ξίφος, folks — so there!
Because these words are different, Dave will dare
To rule Augustine and Aquinas blind.
The past to which these goofballs were assigned
Wasn’t a venue brainy lads could share.
Of our developments quite unaware,
They stood with caveman concepts long aligned.
But now, as you can see, we have progressed.
Angelic Armstrong and insightful Shea
Know that society must now divest
Itself of concepts such as justice. Hey!
Give all your arguments an endless rest!
With murder, murderers must get away.
—Tom Riley
(Mark Shea crony Dave Armstrong changes his mind on capital punishment.)
Payback and Pain
There are oceans of payback and pain
In the next world. They don’t wait in vain.
They’re a force you can trust.
They will prove God is just
By engulfing the vile John McCain.
—Tom Riley
Humbling Headwear
When God’s vengeance descends on your head,
You will not, of course, feel holy dread.
You will shake a fierce fist
And pretend to resist.
But your pride, deep inside, will be dead.
—Tom Riley
Ad Dominum Iulianum
Christians admitted to felicity
Sinners your mysteries had long excluded
Forever. How could righteousness agree
To such a standard? How could such be rooted
In the great truths, for ages unrefuted,
That sages taught to elevate mankind?
At such licentiousness you howled and hooted
In polished Greek. Against it were aligned
Your solid discipline, your brilliant mind,
Your urge to guard and unify the state.
But didn’t you ignore the point assigned
By what the tragedians might call Fate?
The claims of Christ were scandalous to you.
Unfortunately, lord, they all proved true.
–Tom Riley
Arrow
Just remember: Apollo’s an archer,
not a stolid and slow grunt-and-marcher.
It has long been discussed
that his arrows are just.
I await your depending departure.
–Tom Riley
Hot Plates of Justice
(for Phil Thornton)
He’s serving justice – and he serves it hot.
He chuckles as he tracks you culprits down.
You think that you’re evading him? You’re not.
We all have skills. Our hero has a lot.
Justice to him is one substantial noun.
He’s serving justice. And he serves it hot.
You shift feet and pretend that you forgot.
When he’s in town, this ain’t that kind of town.
You think that you’re evading him? You’re not.
Your confidence is just infectious rot.
Your vague smile is the death smile of a clown.
He’s serving justice, and he serves it hot.
Your supply of deception is long shot.
Upon your brow, despair’s your only crown.
You think that you’re evading him? You’re not.
You are already boiling in the pot.
You smile. He smiles. Your smile becomes a frown.
He’s serving justice – and he serves it hot.
You think that you’re evading him? You’re not.
–Tom Riley
Flammeus Gladius 